It took Jason a lot of effort to get what Wen wanted.

It's not that Wen's requirements are too harsh. Her requirements are not high at all. All the trouble is because the "daily necessities" Wen wants are completely beyond Jason's understanding.

He knows how to find hidden information dealers in Gotham, knows which dark alleys are the territory of skilled women, and which corners are mobile squares where gang transactions are frequent. He can use guns and crowbars to kill anyone who tries to block the way.

A lesson that will last a lifetime.

Do you want him to buy women's products?

Jason didn't even know where to start.

What's more, he has now made it clear that he wants to go against Batman. When he goes out, he wants to disguise himself from his hair to his toes. Gotham's sewer system is his first choice for travel. In Gotham, there are almost no places that cannot be reached by the sewer system.

.

But those things Wen wanted were exactly that.

Whether or not to go to the business district to buy Wen what she wants is not the primary problem now. The primary problem is that Jason doesn't know what to buy when he gets there.

He tried turning to the Internet, but ended up with a dazzling array of ads.

After thinking for a while, Jason decided to ask for help.

It was still early in the morning, and it was the time for some workers in special professions to rest. Jason picked a drug addict on the street corner. He used coercion and inducement to make the other party name a certain underworld boss nearby, touched him and knocked the boss unconscious.

Tie it up.

He turned his attention to his mistress, who immediately shrank to the foot of the bed after being awakened, hugging the quilt and saying nothing from the beginning to the end.

The woman timidly showed him a flattering smile.

Jason said: "I need your help with something."

By the time Jason returned to his safe house with all his belongings, Wen had already curled up on the beanbag and played with his phone all day.

The first important thing is, of course, to send a message to her friends to inform her of her current location.

Especially Natasha, who lives next door to her, and Tony, who paid special attention to her because of the skydiving incident. Then there was Peter, who had made an appointment to visit the Science and Technology Museum together. He sent her messages every few days to chat and complain about various small things.

Game Pietro.

Barry had already informed him. The first person Wen notified was Barry, but it was also Barry who was the most excited.

He sent countless messages to Wen in an effort to convince Wen that the person she saw in front of her second brother's grave was not her second brother.

When Wen woke up, he saw dozens of unread messages and missed calls... That's an exaggeration, The Flash!

Unfortunately, when she saw the number representing missed calls and unread messages, she felt her scalp go numb. In order to eliminate the unread numbers, she opened Unread by clicking on it, and then closed it without even looking at it.

"You will miss important news if you keep doing this." Wendy said.

Her mood seems to have stabilized, but she has not yet returned to the depths of her body to sleep, indicating that she is obviously still in a state of confusion.

"If you miss it, you will miss it." Wen swiped the screen of his mobile phone and saved the pictures he found interesting. "You can't miss the really important things."

"Crooked reasoning."

"You're acting weird today, why haven't you gone to rest yet?"

"I wonder how I can rest. All the secrets seem to be spread out in front of my eyes. As long as I reach out and poke a little, I can tear open the layer of paper and see the truth wrapped in it that I have always wanted to see."

Wen put down the phone and asked Wendy: "Is the truth so important?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? The truth is not important, but is the illusion important?"

"Truth and illusion are equally important. You have to accept both. There are truths and lies in life." Wen said, "Every member of a family has their own secret. As long as the secret does not overturn the entire family,

So what if it's just an illusion? Can you bear the consequences of revealing the secret?"

"Of course I can bear it."

"Are you prepared to cut off your family and never have contact with each other forever?" Wen said, "Are you prepared to tear off the cloth from a dead man and see maggots crawling in his rotting body?

"

Wendy's description of Wen made her hair stand on end.

She did not answer directly, but gritted her teeth and reminded Wen: "I ran away from home and went to a parallel world."

"You can come over, and others can come over. You can come over, and you can go back." Wen said logically and clearly, "That's it, it's not an absolute one-way ticket, right?"

"..."

"It's no use just being able to say harsh words, sister." Wen said casually, "You have to really be able to do it. If dad thinks of a way to come and pick us up again, can you refuse him?"

"..."

"I'm waiting for your answer, sister."

"That's a situation that you should handle." Wendy turned her head away hastily, "Don't ask me, I'm only responsible for the mental work."

"Actually, I think I'm smarter than you." Wen lowered his head and started playing with his mobile phone, "Because I can live without you. Anyway, I don't have any material desires. I'm very satisfied if I can get by. But you are different, you can't

Without me."

"..."

"Don't worry." Wen said, "As we said before, leave everything you can't do to me."

After Jason packed his things, he asked her: "Who are you talking to? Who is your sister?"

"My friend is not a real human friend, but an imaginary one." Wen said, "She looks exactly like me, but she has a bad temper and a sensitive personality. She keeps everything in her heart and doesn't say anything.

She is unhappy, but in my opinion, most of her unhappiness is caused by herself."

Jason's question got to the point: "Have you seen a psychiatrist?"

"I saw it. But an imaginary friend won't hinder my life, and she won't see a group of children playing outside and keep asking me to throw them where the children are.

A bomb." Wen said, "I quite like her."

After buying all the medicine, Jason poured her a glass of water and took an empty plate to fill with medicine.

Wen crossed his legs, put the plate in front of him, carefully opened the pill box, and threw everything he wanted to eat into the empty plate. He wanted one pill for this one, two pills for that one, half a pill for the other one... a pile of pills

On an empty plate, like a future dinner.

Jason stood behind Wen like a supervisor who was owed wages by his superior boss, holding his hands and supervising Wen taking medicine.

Wen swallowed the pills in two gulps and drank the whole glass of water.

"It's finished." She turned the plate and cup over and shook them to show that she really had nothing left. "Where are my apples?"

Jason picked up an apple and wanted to throw it to Wen, but he reacted halfway and handed it over gently.

"Don't take it, let him peel it and cut it into pieces for you." Wendy said, "We are allergic to apple peels."

Can you also be allergic to peels alone? Wendy, are your allergens too invisible...

"I'm allergic to apple peels." Wen said. She shrank into the beanbag and looked up at her second brother, "I have to peel it first."

Jason wanted to curse, why do you have so many troubles?

He retracted his hand without saying a word, turned to the kitchen, found a fruit knife, peeled the apples, cut them into pieces, removed the seeds and put them into a bowl, and brought a fork to Wen.

Jason asked: "What else do you want? You'd better say it all in one breath."

"Have you bought an air purifier? I forgot to mention it before," Wen replied, "I want to take off the mask. It's not comfortable to keep wearing it."

Jason held it in for a long time and said, "I bought it."

Wen happily took off her mask and took a careful breath. The warehouse still smelled like dust, but it was just unpleasant. It didn't make her cough or sneeze, nor did it sting her skin.

"Thank you, second brother." Wen pinched a piece of apple and chewed it loudly.

Jason couldn't help but look distracted while Wen was eating.

She looks too much like Bruce, not that her facial features are very close to Bruce's - Wen is a girl after all, and a girl's facial features are very different even if they are similar, and compared with her appearance, Bruce

Every detail has traces of softening.

This means that it is actually very unlike Bruce.

But in her expression, Jason didn't know what to say, but her expression had the charm of Bruce.

This is the biggest reason why Jason is sure that Wen is indeed Bruce's daughter with a high probability. The appearance can be disguised and the bloodline can be purified, but these little habits can never be practiced so naturally in a short period of time.

What's more, Wen not only behaves like "Bruce Wayne", she also has traces of Batman in her expression.

Bruce, who pretends to be impeccable outside, will relax a lot when he returns to the main Wayne mansion. When at home, he is often the neutralizing result between Bruce Wayne and Batman.

More serious and serious than Bruce Wayne, but more relaxed and gentle than Batman.

Some of Wen's little expressions are very similar to Bruce at home, her slightly raised smile when she is happy, her tense jaw when she is unhappy. She is especially arrogant when she is silent and cold-faced.

She looks more like Bruce Wayne, with a reserved air of pampering all over her body.

Of course, this doesn't explain much, what's more important is the identification results.

Winn is indeed Bruce Wayne's daughter.

Jason briefly checked the information related to Wen. He didn't need to look too deep, just looking at the public information.

Even for an adopted son like him, no matter how low-key he is when confirming the adoption relationship, it is impossible to completely keep the news secret from the outside world. As Bruce's biological daughter, Wen will definitely get a lot more attention.
To be continued...